Music Monday – Feb. 28, 2011

Music Monday is my day in song lyrics.

Dead Flowers

-Miranda Lambert

I feel like the flowers in this vase
He just brought ’em home one day, “Ain’t they beautiful?” he said
They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin’ gray
They’re sittin’ in the vase but now they’re dead, dead flowers

I feel like this long string of lights
They lit up our whole house on Christmas Day
But now it’s January and the bulbs are all burned out
But still they hang like dead flowers

He ain’t feelin’ anythin’
My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain
I’m livin’ in a hurricane
All he can say is, ‘Man ain’t it such a nice day?’
Yeah, yeah

I feel like the tires on this car
You said they won’t go far, but we’re still rollin’
I look in the rear view and I see dead flowers in the yard
And that string of lights and it ain’t glowin’
Like dead flowers, like dead flowers

He ain’t feelin’ anythin’
My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain
I’m drivin’ through a hurricane
All he can say is, “Man ain’t it such a nice day?”
Hey, hey, I guess we’ll just go to waste
Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers, dead flowers

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Hello, Goodbye.

Starting a new blog is awkward.

It’s sort of like a blind date. You’re not sure why exactly you got talked into this predicament, or how it’s going to go. You’re sort of nervous that it’ll be a complete flop, yet excited about the potential the experience holds. (What if this is ‘it’?) You’re afraid that you’ll chew with your mouth open, or tell lame jokes and the other party will yawn, check their watch, fake food poisoning and then never call you.

So, hi. I’m T. I chew with my mouth closed, I shower regularly, and I find myself fantastically humourous. I like the colour pink, Hello Kitty and fuzzy socks. I’m addicted to chocolate, and I sometimes bite my nails. I have no tolerance for drama and immaturity. I don’t smoke and rarely drink, but I do appreciate a fine wine from time to time. My daughter is the center of my world. She is my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. I’m an AP mama, and yes, that does mean that she ends up sleeping in my bed more often than not. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So yeah. That’s me. Before you check your watch, I’ll just take my leave. You know how to reach me if you’re interested in round 2.